Yhaawn!! ….
One more Yawn!!...
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.
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Its about 2 am in the night..and India seems to have lost all ability to break the 8th wicket partnership against England….
Okay its over now…no more yawns.
Yup as I was saying, that four letter word….
Now don’t panic. I am not going to bore you with another of my love lost monologues today....
Rather I am going to tell you a story, well three of them actually. Stories of normal people, of the kind me and you encounter everyday but never realize that they also have a story to tell, a story which can move us and make us think.
The first two stories are inspired by real life stories, of people I have known. But the real thrill is in the third and final story. Thrill because it’s so unbelievable and chilling, but again as they say- life is stranger than fiction.
But it will be some days before I can dole out that story to you, so let’s start with the first one now…….
The first story
It was about a little before noon, on the third day and I was enquiring my sales staff about the important towns and villages nearby which I can visit on the east of the town and interview some people. I asked one of them, a pretty simple looking young woman hardly in her mid twenties, who claimed to be from that area, to write down the names of all the places in Tamil, to make it easy for my driver.
And as she was busy jotting it down, outcomes my franchise and we start with our normal talk. The discussion had hardly lasted 5 minutes when she comes back and hands over the list to me. I in turn handed it over to my franchise, asking him to review it and he starts reading out the names, loud enough, until he stops and starts laughing, even louder.
Mr. Pratik, you see this village? He points out a name from the list to me and says ‘ This is her hometown, her village.’
I looked at her, with a fake smile on my face – ‘Oh ..That’s great’
Until he starts again- ‘But don’t go there and tell her name, or else they would hang you upside down on a tree.’
For a few seconds I continued with my dumb smile, with a raised eyebrow, expecting it’s some kind of a joke.
But it wasn’t. And this is why?
‘He started again- and you know why Mr. Pratik?
Because she did love marriage, ran away from her home and married a guy outside her community, the first time ever in that village………..
And has never been back there again.
And you know whom did she marry?
You see that gentleman over there, the salesman in that front counter.’
One more Yawn!!...
.
.
.
Its about 2 am in the night..and India seems to have lost all ability to break the 8th wicket partnership against England….
Okay its over now…no more yawns.
Yup as I was saying, that four letter word….
Now don’t panic. I am not going to bore you with another of my love lost monologues today....
Rather I am going to tell you a story, well three of them actually. Stories of normal people, of the kind me and you encounter everyday but never realize that they also have a story to tell, a story which can move us and make us think.
The first two stories are inspired by real life stories, of people I have known. But the real thrill is in the third and final story. Thrill because it’s so unbelievable and chilling, but again as they say- life is stranger than fiction.
But it will be some days before I can dole out that story to you, so let’s start with the first one now…….
The first story
It was about a little before noon, on the third day and I was enquiring my sales staff about the important towns and villages nearby which I can visit on the east of the town and interview some people. I asked one of them, a pretty simple looking young woman hardly in her mid twenties, who claimed to be from that area, to write down the names of all the places in Tamil, to make it easy for my driver.
And as she was busy jotting it down, outcomes my franchise and we start with our normal talk. The discussion had hardly lasted 5 minutes when she comes back and hands over the list to me. I in turn handed it over to my franchise, asking him to review it and he starts reading out the names, loud enough, until he stops and starts laughing, even louder.
Mr. Pratik, you see this village? He points out a name from the list to me and says ‘ This is her hometown, her village.’
I looked at her, with a fake smile on my face – ‘Oh ..That’s great’
Until he starts again- ‘But don’t go there and tell her name, or else they would hang you upside down on a tree.’
For a few seconds I continued with my dumb smile, with a raised eyebrow, expecting it’s some kind of a joke.
But it wasn’t. And this is why?
‘He started again- and you know why Mr. Pratik?
Because she did love marriage, ran away from her home and married a guy outside her community, the first time ever in that village………..
And has never been back there again.
And you know whom did she marry?
You see that gentleman over there, the salesman in that front counter.’
4 comments:
Hi..
2nd time visitor to your blog...to be frank, I did not like the post that I had read on my 1st visit and just left it midway.
On my 2nd visit though, I am dying to read the unfinished story :)
You write well...
why is it not complete? honestly, till now didnt find much thrill.. well real life alwayz seems like dis only, veiling thousand suspenses gvs a fake appearance of dull melodrama... post da later part... keen to read it..
nice blog
Good post.
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